Siana/Maria/Peony/Open
Maria reflected on the walls of the buildings next to her, the fire still glinting off her armor, sluicing wate and sending ripples of light across her right side. Her sword burned and sizzled, burning away the dripping entrails of a four legged monster who almost blurred into the night and heavy rain itself. It barely nipped at her before she felled it. Not such a small feat, not with the small wounds it had suffered prior. Maria hoped her magic would be enough to save whoever struck it earlier.
Still, she could help the woman struggling past Siana. "Faram, we thank you for our blessings" she murmured, sticking her sword into a clayware pot filled with dirt so she could clasp her hands together. A fast bow of her head and even quieter words and a soft glow emitted between her hands. Even in the rain it floated as if weightless through the air. It twinkled above the woman's head, pulsating as it dropped pieces of itself over her head, like sparks from a sword forging. They turned into wisps before touching the ground as her vision cleared. Maria pulled out her sword again, still vigilant.
"For evil comes on wings and not the beat of a massive drum." She was louder now, looking past Siana. Dark shadows thrummed against an inkier darkness behind them, rain running past her eyes distorting their shape into squiggles, like a chalk drawing. "It comes on many." Her sword held aloft, a tiny aurora started to coalesce, bathing her in a sot light just touching her face, but growing more intense by the passing moment. "They come like the patter of pebbles on a show, a many rolling thing. For all we slip, the foot of our Lord waits for the asking."
The light was a cone around her. They were closer now and she slashed downward. Three points of light descended and they flinched. Rain would wash away the blood from their ears. Holy powers, like her God, worked in strange ways.